Dream Song 110: It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that (John Berryman Poems)
It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that.My own clouds darkening hung.Besides, it wasn't serious.They took them ...
It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that.My own clouds darkening hung.Besides, it wasn't serious.They took them ...
Lord, what am I, that, with unceasing care,Thou didst seek after me, - that thou didst wait,Wet with unhealthy dews, ...
Yes, fairest Proof of Beauty's Pow'r,Dear Idol of My panting Heart,Nature points This my fatal Hour:And I have liv'd; and ...
The east wind blows over the water, the sun sits by the hill,Though spring has come, the idleness persists.Fallen blossom ...
DOWN sunk the sun, nor shed one golden ray, But rising mists shut in the low'ring day: The tides o'erflown ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
A TALE. THE ship unmoor'd, the anchor weigh'd,Full tide the vessel laves;While busy hands the canvas spread,To wing her on ...
"UNDER the slanting light of the yellow sun of October, A ""gang of Dagos"" were working close by the side ...
The sunset colours mingle in the sky, And over all the Umbrian valleys flow; Trevi is touched with wonder, and ...
1When like a butterfly the Artist's mind In spring of life inhales the air,It can but say :"The earth is ...
When I spread out my hand here today, I catch no more than a ray To feel of between thumb ...
The Blunder is in estimate. Eternity is there We say, as of a Station -- Meanwhile he is so near ...
My whole world is all you refuse: a black light, angelic and cold on the path to the orchard, fox-runs ...
It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that. My own clouds darkening hung. Besides, it wasn't serious. ...
So rough the goat will scratch, it cannot sleep. So often goes the pot to the well that it breaks. ...
Genius, like gold and precious stones, is chiefly prized because of its rarity. Geniuses are people who dash of weird, ...
Now the November skies, And the clouds that are thin and gray, That drop with the wind away; A flood ...
Link by link I can disown no link.(R. Duncan) I search the passage someone sends & find a missal like ...
In Sleeping Beauty's castle the clock strikes one hundred years and the girl in the tower returns to the world. ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table A fine proud spike ...
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